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(A/N)Sorry, if there are any typo's or grammatical errors. My Brothers revised my laptop. They said it would make it "faster", and bloody hell, it worked! NOT, which also leaves me to the conclusion that they deleted my files and not letting me know -.-. I'm so bloody pissed right now, and there's nothing else to do (besides murdering my brothers in their sleep tonight), so here I go :)
Disclaimer: Don't even think of it xD
Chapter 2 right? Okay, the title is: It just feels good to cry and not knowing why.
First term has begun. The Weasley's remaining at Hogwarts and Harry were talking about Quidditch at the Gryffindor common room. Ginny was included. Surely enough she could show them she can catch up with Quidditch too and being a girl doesn't stop her from doing it. The common room was crowded and people were catching up with their summer vacations.
"FREEEEEEDDDD!" came a shrieking voice outside portrait hole. A very dangerous looking Hermione wearing a chaotic expression on her face went stomping inside the common room as if she wanted to cause an earthquake. She was soaking wet. As her eyes scanned the room, her eyes dropped upon a certain red-head near the fireplace laughing his pants off with the others. Hermione had spotted her prey. She went towards Fred while clenching her fists.
"You!" she screamed with utmost rage and a little disgust in her voice. She couldn't muster it if Fred was quivering with fear or trying hard to hide his laughs. She pointed her wand in the bridge of Fred's nose but all Fred did was smirk. How can he smirk at a time like this? I'm going to kill him and all he does is smirk? Who does he think I am? Some kind of five year old holding a stick? Hermione thought to herself.
"Don't dare smirk on me Mister! Look at me!" She shrieked. Hermione seemed oblivious to the fact that there were heads turned facing them. Why WOULD she bloody care? All she needed was a murder to release her anger with, and nothing ever stops Hermione in doing something.
"Silly, I didn't know there was a law about smirking. And Yes, I'm looking at you. I see a drag queen in my front. Seriously Hermione, don't be so uptight." Fred finished with confidence in his voice as his chin held up high and hand gesturing slowly. We'll see if you have any of that confidence left on the latter. Hermione's mind went on.
"Oh, drop it! I'm not playing games here!" Shouted Hermione. She pointed her wand between Fred's chest. "You know pretty well that I'm a pro at hexes Fred, and I'm not afraid to use that knowledge. Especially against you!"
"Woah, Woah, Hold your knickers up woman. Would you dare cast a murder on this dear face?" Fred said pointing a finger directly on his face.
"Oh, I would dare. It wouldn't be much of a loss if I destroyed your precious face for once. Just to stop those girls swooning over you." Spat Hermione.
"Why, I hear some jealousy here No George?" Fred inclined
"'Bout time you acknowledged our presence Fred." George said gesturing a hand towards Ron, Harry and himself. "And Merlin's beard, what happened to you Hermione?"
"Your Dear of a Brother," Said Hermione, gesturing a finger at Fred. "Made another abomination to use as a prank on me. It chased me all the way here, good thing it didn't reach me when I closed the portrait hole. It kept pouring rain over me. Look at me! I'm soaking wet!" Yelled Hermione. Harry and Ron just stood there with skeptical looks on their faces.
"Yes, I can see that clearly." Ron intervened. "What did you do to her Fred?" Ron glared at his brother.
"Er-" Was all Fred could say when a hand yanked him towards the portrait hole. Hermione spoke. "I think I have unfinished business Ron. I'll be the one to do the punishing. See you in a bit." And she dragged Fred out of the common room, leaving Harry, Ron, and George with shocked faces. Ginny showed up.
"Did I miss anything?" said Ginny while she interlocked her fingers with Harry.
"You have no idea." Said Harry. "Let's go in a much safer place. I bet Parvati and Lavender will cut their heads off to have an idea what's going on." They all nodded and headed to the boys dormitories to make sure they won't be overheard. . They all explained to Ginny what had happened.
"Fred works fast. It's just been a couple of hours since we got off the Hogwarts Express and look how much havoc he's done." Ginny said shaking her head.
"But you've got to admit, He did a pretty darn well job. Did you see Hermione? Everyone looked at her like she was some wailing child." Responded Harry.
"She's your bloody friend! Don't you care if she embarrasses herself in front of Hogwarts! " Said Ron in a high and incredulous voice.
"Oh admit it will you. You know ruddy well it was funny in a slight way." Said Ginny in a defiant voice.
"And you too!" screamed Ron in an exasperated voice. "The world has gone mad, but-"
"Oh well, I really have to admit. It was funny, but I tried to hide my laughs. Did you see Hermione's face? What she'd do to me when she hears me laugh, oh the gods only know." Added Ron hastily as if reciting a well practiced speech. They all laughed, save George.
"Oi, George, why the long face?" Asked Ginny. It was intriguing to see her brother wearing a gruesome expression, and considering he was always a happy person.
"He didn't even bother to tell me what his plan was. Fred's up to something, we always do things together." Explained George.
"That shouldn't be a problem. You two are not expected to live your lives forever mate." Said Ron while Ginny and Harry nodded.
"That's not the point. At least he should have told me why he was making a prank on Hermione. And brothers don't do that." Said George.
"But I'm your brother. You don't tell me-" said Ron, but he was cut off.
"Twin...brothers to be exact." George added quickly while Ron snorted.
"Oh, don't be so pissed George, maybe he has good intentions on doing so." Said Ginny in an enthusiastic tone.
"What good intentions?" Grunted Ron with a poisonous tone. Ginny ignored him and found her nails to fascinate her more than her brothers bothering look.
"Whatever intentions he has on his mind, I don't bloody care. I've always been open to him, now this is what he repays me?" Asked George incredulously. He looked betrayed, deceived, and somewhat,...worried.
Meanwhile...
"Hermione, you're soaking wet. I think this is not the place to take a bath." Said Fred. He pointed a finger towards the Prefects' bathroom as if instructing a 5 year old. "The bathroom is there. I'll come with you if you like." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"I know perfectly well where the bathroom is!"Hermione shrieked. "Don't have the vicinity to show any sign that I'm a 5 year old, because I'm not." And a very cute 5 year old you would've been. Said Fred in his mind while picturing Hermione as a child.
Hermione glanced sideways, still clutching on Fred's arm as she did so. She yanked Fred towards the statue of Renesme the Rejected, where there stood a man looking disappointed. Hermione was holding on Fred's hand as if for dear life.
"What is wrong with you woman! You're pinching me. Wouldn't holding hands be more suitable than this." Fred complained.
"Oh shush you! Nobody's asking for your opinion!" said Hermione.
"That's because nobody's present that wants my opinion. I'm sure the girls will swoon just to hear it. My voice is quite the melody you know." Fred said while arching a brow.
"You and your bigheaded ego," Hermione appraised. "Is not needed at the moment. And looks don't always say something."
"Oh really? All the girls I asked object." Said Fred defiantly
"I'm not just some ordinary girl." Hermione pointed out quite irritably.
"Touché, Hermione Touché." Said Fred, hands in surrender. "Where are we going? Want me all for yourself do you?" He teased.
"No, I don't, I have much better things to look up to thank you very much. But I can't do them at the moment because of this stupid prank." Said Hermione with a more irritated voice.
"My, my, what prank is it you're saying Dear?" said Fred with his most I-don't-have-a-bloody-clue-what's-going-on-and-you-shouldn't-accuse-me look and sing-song voice.
"Don't pretend Fred." They came to a halt. Hermione was circling him now, tapping her fingers on his shoulders. If he could play this game, so can her. She leaned closer and batted her eyelashes eyeing him as if he was an exotic plant. Indeed she looked like she was flirting. Hermione held his chin up with her hand.
Fred, Hermione could tell, was getting nervous. He shivered at her touch. Hermione's eyes locked on his face. He tried to avoid her gaze. If this was a battle, he would have lost.
"You, "She leaned more closer, faces inches away now. Fred was trying hard to not lean closer too.
"Wouldn't want," She continued. Leaning more closer, too close actually, a fly would be the only one to pass them in the nearness they were having now.
She leaned more closer, but missed his lips. Fred thought to himself Oh Merlin's Beard, my lips are right here Hermione, right here! He said in his mind as he mentally pointed a finger on his lips (A/N: Whoa, is that even possible? xD) Hermione passed and didn't give notice to his lips but positioned her mouth near Fred's ear instead.
"To do that would you?" She finished. Hermione was pressing her hand against Fred's chest. She licked her lips while Fred felt that he was about to melt. That was the bloody most seductive thing I've ever heard! Fred mind-shouted.
Fred got up to his senses and straightened. Hermione went back to her original place and eyed him incredulously. Fred smirked and made his comeback. "Why, Do you, Hermione Jean Granger, accuse me of such a crime?" He held up a hand over his chest as he tried to look hurt. How Cute, but looks don't bloody work on me thank you. Said Hermione in her mind. "You wound me love." Fred finished.
"How charming," Hermione said sarcastically. "But, tough luck, I don't bloody care. Wait here." She released her death grip on Fred. She quickly added. "And don't dare run away."
"Sure love, anything you ask." Fred replied while smirking.
"Again, how charming, and again, I don't bloody care." She replied crossing her arms. "Wait."
She looked around and bended over the statue of Renesme the Rejected.
"Where's that bloody thing gone off too? One minute it was chasing after me and the-" She was cut off as a rain cloud hovered over her and started pouring over her already dried figure, which was not so dry now.
"Oho! You spoke too soon." Said Fred roaring with laughter. Hermione glared him with much dislike. He held up his hands in surrender.
"This-is-your-fault." Said Hermione through gritted teeth.
"Hold you knickers up Hermione." He replied while he hindered a chuckle.
"I can't, not when this bloody thing is following me and making me look like I've had a battle with the squid near the lake." She replied, looking more irritated now. "Help me,. Or else."
"Or else what?" Fred asked incredulously. He quirked an eyebrow and smirked all the same.
"How can you be so mean? I didn't do anything to deserve this! Sure, I was the one to shut your pranks up whenever I happen to see one happening, but all the less, I was never on dreadful terms with you!" She ranted on. More rain pored over her face. She still looks beautiful on the rain. Fred thought to himself. Hermione bowed her head down as if trying to hide her face.
It took mere seconds for Fred to realize that Hermione was crying when he heard a soft sob. Her tears were joining with the rain and Fred felt a heart ache inside.
"Hermione- I didn't mean to- I just wanted someone to-." He stammered and tried the best he can to find the right words to say.
"Yeah, Right, Cuz' nobody ruddy cares what Hermione feels right?" She replied. She sounded like Moaning Myrtle now, but who bloody cares? She thought to herself
"That's not true, I care Hermione." Fred pointed out. "I just wanted you to be happy, that's all."
"Oh, so happy means crying and feeling horrible on the inside now is it? Sorry, I didn't know." Hermione spat.
"Look, the real reason is," Now Fred rummaged his mind to think of the most appropriate words to say. "I just wanted to talk to you."
"Why try on a prank just to talk to someone? You didn't have to embarrass me to the whole school! Look at me, I look awful. My hair's frizzy, my clothes are wet, and I look like a haggard!" shouted Hermione through tears.
"You ever tried a drying charm?" Fred pointed out.
"I tried but it wouldn't make it no less a problem! It'll still run after me and ." She pointed at the rain cloud above her, but, to Fred's relief, the tears had gone away and were no less than raindrops. "Get me all damp again."
Silence passed them, and then Hermione said in a muffled voice.
"Why would you want to talk to me anyway?"
"I just want to." Fred said.
"Well that was a stupid answer." Hermione said sarcastically
"I know." He answered.
"Say, are you going to help me or not?" She asked through gritted teeth
"All right, all right." Fred said with hands in surrender. Anything to keep you from murdering me. Fred mind pointed out. "First of all, it's called a weather wheezer-"
"I don't bloody care what it's called." Hermione butted in.
"Is it what I think it is? Hermione Granger is swearing? Merlin the world HAS gone mad." Said Fred.
"In case you haven't noticed, I was swearing the whole time." Said Hermione irritably.
"Point taken." Said Fred. He lost in the battle of wits again. He can't risk losing anymore. "Now, listen, -and don't butt in." Fred added when Hermione opened her mouth to make a retort but closed it again.
"As I've said, it's a Weather Wheezer. The prankster, that would be me, points out who it attacks and it will always follow you unless you exceed to the prankster's expectations." Explained Fred. Hermione seemed to be absorbing this piece of information thoroughly.
"You mean to say, This, Weather thingamajig, won't leave me until I 'Exceed your expectations'?" Said Hermione. There was a slight quiver in her voice. She began sobbing again. Fred never got to see this side of Hermione, the fragile type. Hermione was always strong, who would have thought she had those instances when she just breaks down. "How hard would that be?" She asked. "Waking up in the morning and all you get is a major wake up splash on your face. How fascinating." Said Hermione sarcastically while making frustrated hand gestures. She stood face palmed.
Fred felt guilty of himself. This is not what he meant to happen. His plan was: Boy makes a prank on the girl, girl gets angry, boy solves the problem, they make up, they eat ice cream and walk holding hands. Apparently, what happened was he put on a prank, Hermione got mad, she got so angry, he made her feel worse, and the last part is, he ended up not getting on good terms with her. How off-plan could that be? He was a failure at these things. Ever since he saw Hermione at King's Cross, he felt a sudden heart beat stop. Now, I know those things happen sometimes, but this was different, I felt butterflies on my stomach, and as much as how girly that sounds, I have to admit, I've got a heck of a first impression on her. Fred thought to himself
He came towards her and wrapped his arms around her petite body. He felt the knot on his stomach loosen up. Fred stroked his hands on her hair, which he tried so hard not to entangle with her hair. They were both having water soak through them and Fred couldn't bloody care.
"Hermione, I-I'm sorry. I know, I'm a git. I just wanted you to be my friend and I've been stupid. I know I should've asked, but how can I keep up? I'm just your bestfriend's brother, while your friends are famous, oh save Ron, he's not that much of a celebrity." Fred said solemly. He heard a small giggle near his chest and knew this was a good sign.
"I'll help you. I know a way to finish the bloody thing. You just have to please me that's all." Fred pointed out. As if that was bloody easy. I don't even know how to please myself! Fred mind-shouted
"How exactly do I do that?" Hermione demanded, but in a soft voice.
"I'm sorry, I have no idea. I think we'll just have to figure it out." Fred smirked.
Hermione's eyes widened at this.
"You git! You Pervert! How dare you!" Hermione shouted. She was pounding on his chest and she could really hit. Fred tried as much as he can to avoid these attacks. He held up her wrists tightly, but not enough to hurt her.
"I like the way that you think, but that's not what I meant." Fred said with a smirk and Hermione blushed crimson red.
"I mean it, honest. I don't know what I want with my life, how to please myself. I don't even understand a word I'm saying!" Fred shouted proudly and Hermione returned him a skeptical expression. Fred continued. "Look, all I'm trying to say is, I have no point of view in my life. I don't know what it feels like to have success. Yes, I've been quite the heartthrob, and yes I've been famous for being a crazy prankster at Hogwarts, but still, I'm not satisfied, I'm not convinced with what I'm doing with my life. I don't know when to get pleased. And then, I had this crazy idea. The Weather Wheezer!" Fred said with a solemn smile. Hermione nodded. "You know Fred, I like it when you're so sincere about things, it makes you look like you're not Fred Weasley, prankster of Hogwarts extraordinaire, just plain Fred. If you were always this, I'll consider joining your fan club." Hermione joked.
"Then I'll make it sure to appoint you as president." Fred replied with a playful smile on his face.
"Oh , ha ha." Said Hermione with sarcasm all over her voice and returned a smile to Fred.
"Now that you've mentioned the Weather Wheezer, what made you think to put it on me?" Hermione asked to change the subject.
"Because, my sources say, if you want something to find out in this bloody world, turn to Hermione, she always has the answers." Fred replied with enthusiasm.
"Sadly, I prove that to be incorrect, since I have no idea what pleases a Fred Weasley." Hermione said with a frown on her face.
"Hermione, what do you see in me?" Fred asked all of the sudden. Hermione was taken aback.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"What do I look like to you?" Fred asked as he leaned closer.
"Fred, obviously you're my friend's brother." She smiled. Fred felt his heart tackle its own self. He was there facedown. Close enough to Hermione to feel the rain pour on his skin again.
"It's started raining again. Did I do something wrong?" asked Hermione. She was looking at Fred with concern etched all over her face. "Fred."
"Don't you just love it when the rain covers up your tears? It makes you feel, so invincible." Whispered Fred with a soft voice. He was still facing down. Hermione took it a chance to lift his face using a finger.
"Fred, why are you crying?" Hermione asked worried.
"You know what? I don't have a bloody idea why." He answered.
